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Outside my window...

...deceptively beautiful. The sun is shining, the sky is a brilliant, cloudless blue. It seems to be calling me. But, oh, how cold it really is! I will keep on looking at this pretty scene from inside the house.


I am thinking...
...about so many things! I am thinking about organizing the house. I am thinking about decluttering. I am thinking about a good deep cleaning of the entire house. I am thinking, but I haven't found a time put to all these thoughts into actions.

I am thankful for....
...a warm house
...kids who do their schoolwork without complaining (at least today anyway)
...Therese's naptime

From the lesson plans...
...we were behind where I wanted to be, but the kids have done wonderfully this week and we are catching up!

From the kitchen...
...a new pizza crust recipe for tonight. My new Better Homes and Gardens said right on the front "Artisan Pizza at home", so here's hoping! I already made the dough and it is resting in the fridge until this afternoon.

...less meat! This week's menu had three meatless meals. I made black bean burgers the other night, with little hope of my husband liking the meal. But they were a success! Everyone loved them.



I am wearing...
...blue jeans, a green v-neck sweater, socks and slippers. I just cannot seem to keep my toes warm.


I am creating...
...a dishcloth, maybe for myself, maybe not. I'll see if I feel inspired to gift this one.

...I am in between knitting projects at the moment. Unfortunately, I think I may have done in all the knitted diaper covers for Therese. I used Woolite to wash them and now, even with freshly lanolizing them, they are leaking terribly. I will probably try to wash them once more in a different soap and lanolize again before I start making lots of covers!



I am reading...
..."The Story of a Soul" by St. Therese and  "First Comes Love" by Scott Hahn. I read both in little snippets.


I am hoping...
...to be more productive around the house.


I am hearing...
...Jack and Anna painting with her new paints from Christmas for "art". That is why I am actually getting a post written!


Around the house...
...all those things I am thinking about need to get started!


I am going...
...to the post office today to mail a special package for a special little someone if I can muster up the courage to brave the cold!


One of my favorite things...
...Therese doing her "funny" walks. She likes to make us laugh by walking in crazy ways.



I am praying for...
...all those on my special intention list

...my mother-in-law

...a special private intention



Plans for the rest of the week...
...homeschool co-op tomorrow and  dinner with friends this weekend.


***edited to add***

As soon as I hit publish, a sheepish Anna slinked up to me and informed me of a little accident with the paint...


This is why I don't have time for organizing and such. I am kept busy throughout the day taking care of the little messes!




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    1. It was OK, but no better than my usual crust, and the artisan dough had to sit in the refrigerator all day first. So I probably won't be doing it that way again.

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